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Friday night

It’s Friday night.

I’m in a happy mood. Have Class 95 playing over the Internet.

Am going to intern in a children’s magazine next year.

Still have a presentation, feature article, photo essay to complete for this term.

Strange, this illusion called time.

It seemed like yesterday when I was in my army camp, living day by day and running about doing stupid things.

It seemed like yesterday when I was standing in line on the track outside my BMT barracks at 5.30am, waiting to march off for breakfast, and I stared into the sky as a plane roared past overhead, and I wanted to fly away from that miserable prison of an island.

It seemed like yesterday I passed my driving test, and I was so overjoyed I went back home to my original house, and told everyone I had passed on the first time.

It seemed like yesterday she put her head on my shoulder on the MRT, and I didn’t know what to do.

It seemed like yesterday when I would reach VS 20 minutes before school started in order to copy homework.

It seemed like yesteday I would fight with my brother for the front seat in my dad’s car.

It seemed like yesterday my dad took us for an MRT ride around Singapore when it first opened.

It seemed like yesterday my grandma would dab cold water over my chest before giving me a bath by scooping water from a red pail and pouring it all over me.

It seemed like yesterday when I went home after school, stopping to buy 10cents ice-sticks.

I could go on and on. Being thankful for the past. And hopeful for eternity. For God has always been there watching me. And the things of this world will not be remembered.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not. – Job 14:1-2

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  1. 28 October at 8:08 pm

    Amazing thing isn’t it? Thank God for His marvellous grace, that all things do work for good to them who are the called according to His purpose…

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